It would be inappropriate to explain in detail (although I am sure some of you will guess) why it was that, at this precise moment, all I could see of...Donna was her eyes as I looked down upon her. To say I was in a state of some arousal will suffice. Despite an approaching orgasm I found myself dwelling on those sparkling odd-coloured eyes as they smiled up at me. This was to be one of Donna’s evenings of monumental sexual activity. She sometimes could be extremely cuddly, wanting no more than. But If I get there first, then you have to eat my pussy." He thought about my proposition for a second and said, "I win either way!"We both laughed and I told him to get some running clothes on. I took my top off and pulled my yoga pants down. I put on a sports bra and some spandex, again with no panties. I knew underwear would just get in the way. I could see he was watching me the entire time as he got dressed; he couldn't take his eyes off of me. This made me very horny.A few minutes later. Aaaahh oh my god.. Daya bhabhi…. Aaaahh…(daya startd sucking babita-s boobs)Then daya ko call aata hai uski maa ka aur wo saaree pehan kar bahar chali jaati hai.Babita…! :- oh my god jetha ji….Aaaaaahhhhjhhjjhhh jetha ji fuckme fucke me fuck me jetha ji… Harder… Oh my god i’m cumming jethaaaa jiiiii…. Mera pani nikalne wala hai…Jetha : – aaahhhh babita ji mera bhi….Dono ek sath jhad jaate hai…Fir babit uchhlna band kar ke apni gand ko jetha ke lund pe gol gol ghumaati hai aur jetha ka sar apne. But instead of sucking them, he reached over to a glass. He rubbed the very tip of her nipple and back arched as she realised he was rubbing an ice cube on them. He began tracing lines up and down her body, as she struggled and flexed. Then he stopped to whisper into her ear. "Do you need it? Do you need that pussy filling?" He whispered so quietly. "Yes, yes, please fuck me she panted!" He removed his clothes and straddled her chest. He moved forward, leaving the tip of his rigid cock in front.